Part of the Truth About Wizard Civilization

"You're back already?" Benjamin looked Viola up and down. The distinctive residual energy aura of long-distance spatial teleportation still clung to her.

"It's only been a few months. Don't tell me that plane—has the war already ended?"

In Mentor Clark's office, which was crammed with books, instruments, and unfinished Alchemy Constructs, the atmosphere was somewhat peculiar.

Benjamin looked at this senior sister who had returned so soon, wearing the listless air of someone whose mission was already over, and could not hide his surprise.

Viola sprawled without a shred of dignity in an armchair that looked exceptionally comfortable. Rubbing her brow, she spoke in a dispirited tone. "Fight? Strictly speaking, it never even came to that. The Level 8 Wizards at headquarters directly reached a deal with the artificial intelligence called Justice. Now, it, the vast plane under its control, and every living creature within it have officially been absorbed into our Wizard Civilization."

Benjamin froze for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

That was indeed an outcome that maximized benefits.

That plane possessed tens of billions of well-educated, quick-thinking humans, along with Justice—

That super-management AI was practically a ready-made reserve of high-quality troops and talent.

All that remained was to invest in racial adaptation technology and assimilate its humans into standard Wizard World humans. They would gain a precious plane capable of continuously producing vast numbers of Wizard Apprentices, far more worthwhile than forcibly destroying it or leaving it alone.

And for the artificial intelligence Justice, it did not matter which faction it served. So long as it could complete its "mission," that was enough.

"That was efficient indeed." Benjamin's interest was piqued. "How exactly did they do it? How did the Level 8 Wizards persuade—or rather, 'persuade'—Justice?"

Viola curled her lip, apparently finding the sheer blandness of